Farm life....

The other day, Bri and I went on a walk around the neighborhood, exploring and stuff. Claudia warned us to stay on the dirt roads, cause in the main road cars go REALLY fast and there's no sidewalk and a ton of construction going on. (when we did go on the main road, we got a lot of attention; people on the street would either call us beautiful or gringas, or both. At least 15 cars honked and waved at us as they zoomed past, which scared us to death the first couple of times, but after awhile we got into it and were waving back.)

Bri and I were walkin down this beautiful dirt road, with the Andes in the distance to our left (it takes about an hour and a half by car to reach the mountains, but they are soooo huge and beautiful that it looks like you could walk there in 20 minutes. It's amazing. Hard to capture on camera, though) and a little creek to our right and open farm land all around us, with cows and horses and chickens everywhere. About halfway down the road, this man catches up to us on a bike, and we all say 'Hola' and he starts walking with us and talking in extremely rapid spanish, none of which I understood, and only about half of it Bri could understand.

DISCLAIMER: it's not really that bad, but, Shea, you might not wanna read this part...

Eventually we reached the end of the road, and of course, the only thing at the end was this man's farm. And he goes 'You like animals? I show you mine' and we were kinda freaked out, but neither if us knew Chilean etiquette, or how to politely decline in spanish, so we were kinda stuck. So he gave us a tour of his barn, where there was at least 100 cows, all muddy and pitiful looking, and of course, it happens to be a cattle farm. And the man goes around, explaining in detail to Bri his process of fattening the cows up to be killed and made in to beef. Thankfully neither of us understood much of it. And then he points out all the cows that are almost ready to slaughter..."y esto.. Y esto, y esto y esto.." "..and this one and this one". And we were right about to leave, and this other man comes in holding two extemely sharp sickle-spear things and Bri and I are both thinking, "oh god, they're either gonna kill us or kill a cow for us..." and we were like "okay, we are leaving now" and the men smiled at us, and were like "come back whenever you want"

Yeah, not gonna happen.

And then we nearly got lost walking home because on they way there we were both paying more attention to the animals then anything else, but EVERY house has chickens, and every other house has horses and cows and pigs, so it doesn't make for much of a landmark.

When we got home, Bri told Claudia about our adventure and she says in spanish, "you shouldn't have gone with him!" and then in English "danger, danger" and the two of us just about dies laughing...